Ralph babe Tash Marti can’t say nein to a stein as she hits the booziest beer barns around.
Munich: If you don’t like beer then stay home because there’s plenty of it here – and it’s bigger than a Coffs Harbour banana. Don’t even think mid-strength or low-carb – these guys have no idea what that is.
The Germans have definitely got their priorities in order. The ratio of girls to guys is about 15-1 and, in their dirndls, these babes are hotter than a Pomgolian beer. You haven’t lived until you’re spilling your stein to a German brass band version of “Highway to Hell” with 10,000 other pissed punters.
There are a variety of tents to drink from, all with their own theme. There’s even a carousel venue where the horses and unicorns are substituted with a bar. Just be sure to make a landmark of where you got on – you’ll be more lost than Oceanic flight 815 by time you leave.
The tents open at 10am and close at 10pm, so if you’re in for the full 12-hour workout, make sure your arms are up to the challenge – the steins are only sold by the litre.
The tents are packed and no-one bails until closing time, when they all go on a series of rollercoaster rides then stumble home, only to wake up to a police siren and do it all over again the next day… read the full article here >
RALPH Magazine, December 2009 edition (Travel section)